Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.